Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

"Where is the fairness, if there were fairness, why didn't Senluo break the Taboo outside the Ancient Road?"

"You don't know? There is no difference between on the Ancient Road and outside now, breaking the Taboo on the Ancient Road still requires facing the trial of the Ghostly Mist!"

At the entrance to the plane, the gathered Martial Artists buzzed with excitement.

Originally, they thought this battle would be straightforward, ending with a bloody defeat for Senluo, but Senluo made a sudden rise, marching victoriously along the Ancient Road, finally achieving the Taboo Sequence, clashing with Zhong Nanzhu!

"I heard there's another powerhouse behind the scenes in the Sun and Moon Alliance, not sure if it's true."

"Senluo is already a Taboo, and there's still someone stronger behind the scenes? What kind of power is that?"

"Just rumors with no evidence."

"Not necessarily, some days ago someone's Fist Strength broke through the sky for nearly a thousand meters, that Martial Foundation must be at least Quasi-taboo, right?"

"Heh, with this direct intervention from Heavenly Net Hall, just you wait, no matter who the opponent is, they will ultimately be defeated, you guys don't understand his power!"

"Did you see the halberd in his hand? It belonged to a former Heavenly Pride of the Heavenly Net Hall, once rampant on the Ancient Road, this time it will shine again, crushing the enemy!"

Hearing the last statement, the crowd silently distanced themselves from the speaker, sensing he might be from the Heavenly Net Hall, and thought it best to keep a distance.

The battle upfront continued.

The intertwined Dharma Runes of both parties eroded each other, Zhong Nanzhu brandished a black halberd, domineering and unrivaled, like a fierce deity from Purgatory.

Both were Divine Travelers, but Zhong Nanzhu had advanced to Divine Travel Realm nearly a month earlier than Senluo, having undergone several transformations after Divine Travel, his strength skyrocketing, far surpassing Senluo.

He continuously parried Senluo's assaults, his halberd sweeping through the air, quickly wounding Senluo.

He stepped forward, his expression calm, extremely dominant: "You are no match for me, even both as Taboos, there is still a gap."

Senluo remained silent, his eyes intense, after receiving a certain message, suddenly turned and left.

Truly one of the strongest young Supremes of this generation in Southern Wilderness Continent, he had a significant gap, mainly in the realm, with his opponent leading him in the Divine Travel Realm.

"Thinking of leaving? Today you cannot escape!"

Zhong Nanzhu's eyes glinted coldly, chasing with his halberd behind Senluo.

Thousands of elite Martial Artists from Heavenly Net Hall followed closely.

Under Senluo's "guidance", Zhong Nanzhu led the group deep into the plains, catching up several times and clashing with Senluo, but each time Senluo managed to escape using leverage.

This gradually made Zhong Nanzhu lose his patience, his body radiating dazzling brilliance, preparing to use Divine Skills, seeking an opportunity to finish him in one strike.

For their realm, Divine Skills were the ultimate combat method, already able to initially manifest formidable power, but it was extremely draining.

And at this moment.

A deep, angry roar suddenly came from the black fog ahead:

"You push things too far!"

A huge body, long like a dragon-snake, burst out of the black fog, as if Senluo had anticipated it, narrowly missing him, causing him to cough up blood and retreat to one side.

Following closely, was Zhong Nanzhu.

His eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty brilliance, having chased Senluo to here, his momentum immensely dominating, naturally unable to back down.

"Kill!" he swung his halberd, causing a surge of black bloody fury, but in the next moment was knocked away.

Amidst shock from behind, they were far enough to see the whole picture; suddenly bursting out from the dense black fog was a dragon-shaped Mythical Creature, its body jet black as ink, over a hundred meters in size, many parts of its body were battered, exposing chilling white bones, appearing fiercely terrifying.

Behind, the person in charge of Heavenly Net Hall shouted: "Form the array! Assist the Young Palace Master!"

Hundreds out of the thousands immediately formed a battle array, surging forward to protect Zhong Nanzhu.

Zhong Nanzhu steadied himself, his qi surging, black hair fluttering, staring at the black Flood Dragon ahead, he scoffed:

"So this was your plan? Ridiculous, a severely injured Mythical Creature that has fallen to the Chains Realm, I'll slay it for you to see today!"

He did not refuse the assistance from the Martial Artists forming the battle array behind him.

This Mythical Creature was not only in the Chains Realm, its aura extremely ancient and powerful, severely wounded, at its peak possibly equivalent to a Heart Image Warrior.

Even for him, alone he definitely was not a match for it.

Many prey on the Ancient Road needed to be hunted together.

With a dragon's roar, the black Flood Dragon's long tail swept across, tearing through the Void, the momentum was shocking.

Zhong Nanzhu clashed with his halberd, but in the next moment was smashed away by a tail.

Just as the Heavenly Net Hall Martial Artists in formation attacked, they clashed with the black Flood Dragon.

These Martial Artists, disciples of Heavenly Net Hall, most of whom had broken through to Divine Travel, now charging in the battle formation, even the Flood Dragon was momentarily entangled, roaring continuously, like a dragon entering the sea, breaking the battle array in one fell swoop, devouring a dozen people.

Zhong Nanzhu was uninjured, his physique astonishing, he attacked again, the halberd coated with a layer of pitch-black brilliance, a mysterious and unfathomable power soared up, turning into a Purgatory pressing down.

"Senluo Purgatory!"

He shouted loudly, activating the power of Divine Skills, under the halberd a startling black light bloomed, the Dharma Runes of Yin Yang life and death unfurling, Divine energy boiling, making even the Flood Dragon sense the crisis.

It tried to dodge, but was still struck on its body by the halberd, the blade drawing blood, opening a deep wound visible to the bone, emitting a painful roar.

With its recovery abilities, it couldn't quickly stop the bleeding and heal, because the wound was entangled with a troublesome death curse.